I’ve been here
Some time ago
Iving the same tears
A “Go!”
I’ve been here
Under the same tree
My memory is smeared
With timeless history.
Have we met
In the past?
In a stet,
Say when last?
I’ve been here
I’ve seen you before
I do fear
I don’t remember anymore
In a past life…I don’t believe in
In a dream I’ve been reliving
In a whirl and twirl of the past
In a quick glimpse as fast as a flash?
Is life an infinite flat line
Or do we walk around in overlapping cirlces intertwined?
I’ve been here
I don’t know when or how
In a distant memory far or near
Suddenly taking an encore bow!
I’ve found myself laughing at this
At some point in the past
The world spins in such a bliss
And, O so awfully fast!
I feel somewhat strange and weird
Setting my life in full gear
Moving and marching onward
Forward and toward
To reach a greater destiny!
Its not the revile
in the morning
its about your tears
and how you wish
away tomorrow
When today is the stet
Its not the sound of zephyr
that plays occasionally
Its the truth blowing precariously
The branches learn to bend
We took the side road to Bexhill
We saw the flames of our love dissipate
that early spring
Lost in the lexicon of subtlegafe
dumbconfonded at the the break of day
Watching the smiles from the well wishers
a mass of contradiction ensures
A vexation for the night
brief excursions to be stet
stretching time higher than the cornflowers
back bent the best he could do
Neon fingers
banish the remnants of the day
Dustbins loiter ominously
blurry eyed
The Night people slide in between
Sailor doom bewitched by sorceresses
as heckled men face electric spears
Stet the occasion
A drawbridge opens
staining the gangster day
Outstretched palms
preclude the day
Jewelled ghost trains
ordinately take you
further away
Velvet dolls with a brainy side
watch stale commissioners slide
Star clad ingénues infuriated evermore
The road of runes
The blackbird shrieks
Night befalls like my brother
The sequence is stet
from a lonely toad stall
Winding seawards
over mossy fields
Unbuttoned time
Old men craving
in ancient fields
emotions staked in mud
neon hopes fuse the last of day
The electric daffodils have dimmed now
Orange tulips back their guest arrival,
mechanical stem's,how they glisten
The arcane Robina tree is stet
no leaves this spring
Autumn is a long way off
Borage fills in the gaps
from corner to corner
they cover the ground
The dead eyed roses
grasp for sunlight
like mad mayhem
they last, in disordered array
"Species Nova"
A letter from Horace
today, I read,
he sends his ample
split dichotomy
he’s a writer with
novel ambitions
to shake the world
of reality up a little
make his mark
he will be read
poets are extraordinary
creatures, when extracting
charms and chimaeras
out from their heads
but isn’t that life?
my over self said
sic vita est
sine loco
ars poetica
species nova
from the place of
nothingness emerges
fromless evolution
in laureate nature
stet ante bellum
sine loco
ars poetica
sic vita est
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"He can be lofty sometimes,
yet he is also full of ...
charm and grace,
versatile in his figures,
and felicitously daring
in his choice of words..."
Marriage wears no ambiguous hat,
If signals no clear green nor red get,
But perplexing amber,
Raw stays wedlock’s timber,
Remember, you can’t write, rub, say ‘stet’!
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Happenings (Tongue-in-cheek) |08.05.2022|
Poet’s Note: An unfolding court drama of a Hollywood couple… We all hope they move on, but this limerick sets us thinking.
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S see me the invisible
T the true should be heard
E exposed for the world to be
T ………………………….
A and tra la la my friends
R roar the smell of a dollar
F for ashes are not yours
P put trash in the bin
U urge your needs
R row the boat
R rescue the editor for his mistake